During the month of October, I enjoy reading classic horror stories to get me in the Halloween mood. Last year, I read Dracula; this year, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The book was quite different from what I expected, yet highly entertaining. Here are a few of my thoughts.
~ It's not really a horror story; it's a tragedy. I sympathized with the monster. There were times when I paused in my reading and said, "Awww!" Frankenstein himself is kind of a jerk.
~ The monster looks nothing like he is portrayed in classic films. He is eight feet tall with milky eyes and stringy black hair. No bolts. No stitches described. The narrator calls him horrendous, but never describes him.
~ The use of electricity is not mentioned. It doesn't describe how Frankenstein brings the monster to life; it simply says he does it, and then despises the monster and leaves him to die.
~ It's actually an allegory. Okay, maybe I read too deeply into the story, but I think the theme focuses on the dangers of obsession. The monster is a personification of Frankenstein's obsession, and it ultimately destroys him and everything he holds dear.
What about you; have you ever read Frankenstein? If not, I highly recommend it.
Until the next post . . . keep smiling!